A funny but critical look at the depredations of life as a woman comic.
Friedman is an acclaimed stand-up comedian, a writer for programs like The Daily Show, and a TV host. While this book chronicles her rise from improv bit player to Adult Swim personality, she stresses the minefields she encountered along the way. As she notes throughout a narrative that emphasizes a litany of grievances, personal and otherwise, comedy is an unregulated industry, which leaves room for sexual abuse, pay disparity, and everyday microaggressions. Being a woman in the business sometimes means bombing when taking on touchy subjects: The author opens with her being met with silence on election night 2016, when Trump’s victory was clear and she quipped, “Get your abortions now” on a panel with Stephen Colbert. For a book that turns on taboos and industry humiliations, Friedman is an amusing writer who happily dives straight into uncomfortable territory. For example, she recalls writing a satire of American Girl dolls targeting xenophobia, considers the lasting appeal of dead baby jokes (“a reflection of a traumatized society trying to heal itself through culture”), and transcribes her asking the likes of Jon Stewart and Patton Oswalt the kinds of dunderheaded and/or sexist questions she’s fielded—e.g., “What’s it like to be a man in comedy?” The author is thoughtful on cancel culture, at once seeing how it can be overblown (“It’s always kind of funny when a famous comedian whines about cancel culture on a platform where we all can hear them”) while describing how former colleagues and supporters like Roseanne Barr and Jeff Garlin were impacted by it. The prose is sometimes exaggerated, and the text is repetitious and padded in parts, filled with old sex-advice columns, a review of a Jeff Koons exhibit, and other ephemera. Still, Friedman’s attitude of refusing to tolerate sexism—and willingness to mine it for comedy—prevails.
A serious memoir with jokes, self-deprecating yet rarely self-diminishing.